It's been almost a year since I left the campus. Every time I think of my school days, I feel the smell of a plastic runway barbecued under the scorching sun. I think the smell can be remembered in my mind, which seems to be more valuable than the smell.
That year, I was in Qingzhou It seems a long distance from home to there. Father couldn't take the train, and I wouldn't have bought a ticket then. In this way, an old man and a young man carried heavy luggage and crowded the bus for six hours. My father said that when I was older, I was afraid of going out of town, but at that time my helpless father was a big tree in my heart. Now that I bought a ticket and delivered it by courier, I still want to be a bus again, just to meet my young father.
I'm curious too. There are too many kinds of meals in school, but I have been fed by several of them for several years. If I go back, I will still choose the "hot and sour powder" in a small restaurant with a 50-cent cookie, and then tell my aunt "how spicy and how vinegar". At this time, my friends went to Xinjiang and I went back to my hometown. I don't know when we can meet again. ?
A person majoring in education like me will probably be a student all his life. I still remember that in those years when I was poisoned by my education teacher (Mrding), I was forced to interview my parents and friends at the foot of the mountain almost all the time. The next day, the teacher began to ask questions by scanning, feeling that these illusory questions could make me fly. I like Mrding very much, because his good friend Lao Qu is our vocal music teacher and has a good voice. Each note is a four-line poem. The old song says, "Mrding always pretends to be rigorous. He was drunk last night and fell asleep on the ground. " He said while learning. He told us some interesting stories about Mrding, his friendship with Mrding and the application of teaching methods. I don't remember anything else. The only thing I remember is that the unqualified rate of vocal music and pedagogy in our class is zero, and the credits are full, which makes other classes envious.
As a student, it means not only learning knowledge, but also affection and love without additives. At that time, I admired Miss Zhao's good skin. At that time, I didn't use cosmetics as a first aid kit, so it didn't look appropriate. But fortunately, Mr. Zhao is very devoted. From the first time he entered the campus to graduation, he never liked other people in the school and never left me. He is very kind to me. He will remember my favorite puffs and stay away from carrots I don't like. He is willing to eat steamed bread and pickles for a few months to save money and come to see me by late-night train, but sometimes he can't even understand my local love words. Therefore, I have always said that he is a straight man with cancer. Friends say that in the eyes of girls, boyfriends are probably straight men. In fact, this sentence is not unreasonable. Sometimes it is a mystery to love and be loved. But at that time, I knew better than all kinds of certificates that I was closer to him.
When I was a student, I followed you everywhere. It is related to every moment in life, just like the smell of a plastic runway being scorched by the hot sun. ...
Tao Yuanming said in Taohuayuan: "The mountain has a small mouth, which seems to have light." And I want to say: "The mountain has a small mouth, as if it had just entered Qingzhou."